Have you ever felt like things were changing right before your eyes?
I went to school today. And it felt like I didn't have to be there, like being there was entirely my choice.
There is a path I can take at any second that will involve me just using my Bachelor's to get a job and start earning my living immediately. This path is full of open spaces, I can see the sky. But it's also boring to me. I see another path before me; the path I'm currently on. There is a long hallway with several doors placed along the walls. Some doors are bolted shut; some are cracked open a little bit.
I've had a recurring dream for as long as I can remember. I'm in a house. I understand this house to be mine; it came into my possession so recently that I haven't even had time to explore it. As the sun begins to set, I decide to explore every single room before the light fades completely. I immediately reach a fork. One door leads out of the house entirely. The other door leads to the hallway described above. I always choose to stay inside and explore the hallway and each of the doors I see. In this moment, I understand that my decision to stay in this house and go through each door I find is going to take the rest of my life. And I'm ready to spend my life exploring each room, going through until I find no more doorways, turning around, and finding another one.
This dream is a manifestation of my decision to continue with my education. I want to go as far as I can go. The point of my journey is not to reach a destination, but for the journey to last as long as my life does. At a young age I thought this dream was just a testimony of my inquisitive nature, my curiosity and adventurous spirit. Now, it's that and more. I’m not sure how much more, but I will enjoy finding out.
Whenever I pick up a really good book, I ingest it slowly. I sip the words in thoughtfully like I'm drinking an expensive Merlot. I savor every sentence, every page; swishing them around in my head to make sure I've tasted every hidden, subtle flavor. Once I'm almost to the end of the book, I grow restless. I want to know what happens next. I don't want the story to end.
When I was around five years old I saw a movie called The Never-ending Story. I fell in love with the title. How amazing would it be to find a story that didn't terminate abruptly? Maybe it's my mild OCD talking, but the authors never tie up all loose ends. I always want to know what happened to everyone. Even if someone dies I want to know what heaven is like for them (or hell, depending on the character).
I want to find a book that takes after my dream, where there are seemingly infinite doors and pages to travel through. I want to see a possibility of infinity. Only then will I believe in the existence of an endless love again...
There is a path I can take at any second that will involve me just using my Bachelor's to get a job and start earning my living immediately. This path is full of open spaces, I can see the sky. But it's also boring to me. I see another path before me; the path I'm currently on. There is a long hallway with several doors placed along the walls. Some doors are bolted shut; some are cracked open a little bit.
I've had a recurring dream for as long as I can remember. I'm in a house. I understand this house to be mine; it came into my possession so recently that I haven't even had time to explore it. As the sun begins to set, I decide to explore every single room before the light fades completely. I immediately reach a fork. One door leads out of the house entirely. The other door leads to the hallway described above. I always choose to stay inside and explore the hallway and each of the doors I see. In this moment, I understand that my decision to stay in this house and go through each door I find is going to take the rest of my life. And I'm ready to spend my life exploring each room, going through until I find no more doorways, turning around, and finding another one.
This dream is a manifestation of my decision to continue with my education. I want to go as far as I can go. The point of my journey is not to reach a destination, but for the journey to last as long as my life does. At a young age I thought this dream was just a testimony of my inquisitive nature, my curiosity and adventurous spirit. Now, it's that and more. I’m not sure how much more, but I will enjoy finding out.
Whenever I pick up a really good book, I ingest it slowly. I sip the words in thoughtfully like I'm drinking an expensive Merlot. I savor every sentence, every page; swishing them around in my head to make sure I've tasted every hidden, subtle flavor. Once I'm almost to the end of the book, I grow restless. I want to know what happens next. I don't want the story to end.
When I was around five years old I saw a movie called The Never-ending Story. I fell in love with the title. How amazing would it be to find a story that didn't terminate abruptly? Maybe it's my mild OCD talking, but the authors never tie up all loose ends. I always want to know what happened to everyone. Even if someone dies I want to know what heaven is like for them (or hell, depending on the character).
I want to find a book that takes after my dream, where there are seemingly infinite doors and pages to travel through. I want to see a possibility of infinity. Only then will I believe in the existence of an endless love again...
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